She may have gone home to glory too soon but Whitney Houston left behind a legacy of fuckery that will never be forgotten, and the reality television show ‘Being Bobby Brown’ was my favorite chapter. I’m not sure what caused Our Fair Lady Nippy to break out in the spirit of all things trill but I know without a shadow of a doubt that shady minds are more than capable of coming up with an answer.
If you thought that bragging on the 32 flavors of your juice box was a great creation of this generation then think again. Before Trina was found in a strip club and Khia was accidentally created due to Jack Daniels and an expired condom, there was the Grandmother of Coochie slanging herself: Lucille Bogan.
Born April 1, 1897 in Amory, Mississippi (I’m sure plenty of you have cousins or great uncles near there you owe a phone call), Lucille shows how Harriet Tubman was able to keep control of all those runaway slaves on the Underground Railroad.
There’s a certain regal quality Verdine White has that I have always admired.
He carries himself with the same poise that was common with the devoted wives of store front church preachers across the south in the 80′s. I am willing to bet that there is a jar of Fashion Fair facial cream in his bathroom cabinet.
When its all said and done, I hope that whatever he has rubs off on me some way. Hell, you too. This includes the ever-present shine from his forehead.
One thing that should always be noted when discussing The Great Verdini is that he isn’t just stunning looks. Unlike the celebrated Instagram socialites of today, he has an actual talent. The legendary Earth, Wind & Fire bassist was interviewed last month by the Grammy Foundation at the An Evening with Verdine White event.
Along with colorful music industry tales, I hope his beauty secrets were also divulged.
Trey Songz is dropping $35,000 a month on a lavish rental nestled in the Hollywood Hills. The 13,000 square foot mansion will be all set for the singer to settle in on April 1.
The sprawling home — previously rented out for Playboy TV’s reality show ‘Swing’ — offer majestic views of the Los Angeles skyline and the Pacific Ocean. Luxury amenities include a state of the art gym, home movie theater, dressing room fitted with walk-in glass cabinets, elevator and rooftop pool.
The best part of it all? It’s right next door to Go-Go’s crib. Bottoms up!
Better stock up on No Doz and Hanes no-show socks now, there will be epic vogue battles under the pale moonlight come summer. Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor.
Click here to check out photos of the home. Join me in paying tribute to the bourbon chicken recipe tattooed on Tremaine’s chest by watching him alongside Dirt Angel in the music video for “Summer Wit Miami” below.
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Ain’t nothing more important than the mula! YouTube sensation Sweet Brown is five steps from eternity, four steps past love and three wishes from appearing in the next movie to come out of the ‘Madea’ franchise. Get into BL’s sassy finger wag at the 20 second mark, though. Bury me a G.
Cousin Dionne ranks second as the most-charted female vocalist in Billboard with 56 singles — right behind Hate-Retha. Regardless, Honey Badger’s accomplishments as both an entertainer and global ambassador deserve several nasty Leyomi drops and finger wags. Celebrating her 50th anniversary in music, she was recognize by the Grammy Museum this week with a special event held in her honor.
And boy, did she serve the kids fashion and mane.
Joanna: Rodman-esque. She was shooting in the gym.
Tiesha: Forget the hair, dive into those silky pajamas!
Malcolm: Girl, Miss Dionne is not featuring any of you. She is going to finish this and go back home to a pack of Mistys, a gin and tonic and nice game of spades.
Leslie: Cousin Dionne gracefully commands all your favs to come for her, while simultaneously paying homage to the now extinct dodo bird with her hairdo. Now gag!
Your cooperation in forwarding this post to Bobby Valentino would be much appreciated. Now this is how you rock a plunging neckline on a red carpet the proper way! Under normal circumstances I would hit a *Tyler Perry curtsy* right now but I am afraid of being stoned to death after his appearance on Oprah last week.
But I digress.
I love both of my parents dearly but I would have loved to trade them in for a week or so for Nickolas Ashford and Valerie Simpson during my high school years. The first order of business would be a parent teacher conference with all my instructors so I could sit back and watch them squirm around in their seats.
I am quite confident that at some point during the conference Nick would have to run his hands through his hair in order to cool down his frustration over being mistaken for a cafeteria worker and leave traces of Pink Oil Moisturizer on everything he touched thereafter.
Now, before you people give ReRe the Body shit for performing on stage with her purse pocketbook in tow allow me remind you of Trina’s stolen cell phone ordeal. Whatever racy bathroom pictures that Aretha has stored on her phone (and you know she does) are reserved for Catfish Wilkerson’s eyes only! That man would blow a gasket if the world saw the mud hole where he buries himself in at night.
Besides, you can’t trust people at these events as far as you can smell them, so unless Mario and his nostrils are taking a break from sending direct messages to that reduced calorie Amber Rose let Aretha do her.